Filed under: daily, random, rants, ugh | Tags: exams, friends, i sound drunk, lame, poem, random, school, tired, weird
Step 1) Think of the topic you want to elucidate
Step 2) Choose a word (for example i chose “bug”)
Step 3) Come up with a list of words that rhyme with the chosen word.
Step 4) Write the poem by ending off each sentence with a word from the list.
Here’s a poem i wrote with the above guide:
“UGH”
i am lying on my rug
cos i’ve caught the flu bug
thus i have no motivation to mug
though my mids were like bleargh
thinking about it makes me go “fug”
and hungry for some grub
though my friends tell me i have too much flub
and eat as civilised as huck
and they say “at this rate you need to go for nip/tuck”
i give my shoulders a shrug
saying “eating is my destress drug”
“if i don’t eat i move like a slug”
“no energy all day” and i give my drink a chug
then i say “my grades this time are way off mark”,
“i need to study more paddy clarke”
“and in nuclear physics stop being left in the dark”
“on an intellectual journey i must embark”
“that from the tree of ib the 45 i must pluck”
by my speech my friends are awestruck
“but since i’m sleepy i’ll start tomorrow” i remark
and i go to bed thinking
“hooboy is this gonna suck”
END
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haha if i keep at this the pulitzer prize is no problem. yeah that pretty much sums up my day, even though the conversations were hypothetical, haha. and i’m scared i have h1n1 cos i’ve got all the symptoms except for fever. i’m feeling woozy and what not. but i wouldn’t mind missing school tomorrow… 2 hours of physics =_= what a day. i think even more of my brain cells will die in that period of time. but then again i can’t pon cos there’s strand 2 english and ferdi hates me for ponning lesson enough already lol. oh and in other words i shall limit myself to one outing a month (even though me mam tells me i can’t go out at all… but it’s only once a month right mum? :D) cos i’ve been going out too much recently.
signing off,
a sick bao with no rhyming skills
just came back from the vikram’s bday dinner at fish&co with the class, before that i was at the ac-rj a div rugby match. feeling so tired right now. not really in the mood to blog but i guess it’s just a compulsive thing that i’ve gotten into. and i can’t find my scribbling thought book, it’s gone cos i hid it too well so now i can’t locate it. fuggersnaps. :/ after all that full eating with the class i am suddenly reminded of so many bad things in life. like how i totally screwed up my prelims, how the syf’s in 4 freaking days, how i’m lagging behind on every single class (especially the god-forsaken subject of economics), how this how that. how i think i have _________ but nobody cares cos they think i’m joking or attention-seeking. i know my anxieties may seem miniscule in comparison to other people, and you might think that i shouldn’t whine, because my problems never seem serious enough.
this just goes to show that things that happen are always as a result of the effort that you’ve put in, meaning you shouldn’t expect so much out of something you didn’t focus much on in the first place. and sometimes all we need to do is prioritise, prioritise, prioritise – a ninja skill which i need. sigh. another perfectly good chance flushed down the drain.
well i’ll sleep on my insignificant worries and see if they improve over the night, like those over-night anti-virus scans the old computer platforms used to have. scan the viruses out of my system, some way or the other.
p.s. sue townsend’s stuff cheers me up, even though it’s a whole load of rubbish. imagine if our very own prime minister were to traipse around orchard and sentosa in marilyn monroe drag. and liking it. yikes!
p.p.s. sometimes it feels kinda nice cos you feel appreciated. at other times it’s slightly creepy. but now it’s just like, are you just doing this for the sake of projecting that kind of image, cos you have nothing better to do? harsh words, vague person in question.
I’M SLEEPING PEOPLE. today was really nice, spending time after missing so many outings and cheering for the match and all but sometimes when the cloud of buzzing stops you suddenly become more aware. it’s at times like this you wish you were stoned or something. yup but we should all try to make the best out of our situations, hopefully they’ll come to pass.
peace out homies, this gal’s gonna harp about it all in dreamland. g’nite y’all.
Filed under: daily, random, ugh | Tags: crazy, i sound drunk, pissed, tired, work
you know what, i think i’ll leave the air-con on, go take a shower, exfoiliate, overuse the strawberry body butter and relax on my bed, then drink some cafe boheme (there’s still half a bottle left one month on, i can’t believe it) before coming back to you, savvy? i think a break will do us both good.
edit: wtf was i talking to my homework?! sigh, the vodka taste is gone from my cafe boheme :( been kept in the fridge for too long i supose. i’m currently curled up on my chair with andrew on my lap, and both of us don’t feel like doing anything constructive. he’s looking at me and telling me “come to bed bao” with his soulful eyes. and uh oh i don’t think i can resist… but nay, i must! i must! hmm to bond with my bed now and then bond with ms chok later or slave now and have a nice sleep tomorrow night? the answer is obvious, hmm now just to get to work. ah hahaha ok bao will shut up now.
my. wordpress. is. being . censored.
seriously, this is censorship is pretty damn pissing even for me. and i came from china.
p.s. in case you’re wondering; no, they’re not typos, and yes, there are no e’s at the end of camwhore.
so after the mental/physical turmoil of wednesday, i.e. 3 tests and 1 rushed and crapped presentation, i woke up on thursday morning feeling vaguely like a rock at the bottom of the ocean. i kid you not, but i literally could not move my limbs, as if the weight of a whole ocean was upon me, and could only utter incoherent and unintelligent comebacks at the people who came to the bed to interrogate me about why i am not up and about 8 on a weekday.
oh well, with that being said and done, thoughts about being 18; well, i do feel no different, despite the inherent irony of about being legally able to drink alcohol and drive on the same night (both activities which i of course, did not engage in, being the loser that i am). thanks muchly to pam and kev for the cake (i loved the strawberries!!), the people behind the super embarrassing present (yes guang i think you cursed me; i am forcibly reminded of ____ whenever i smell the body butter) and everyone else who wished me a happy birthday! love you guys :)
well and this is probably the first birthday i spent being down; and i’m probably going to feel the same every birthday for the many years to come, especially since they always herald start of old age and the loss of youth. ahhhhh fuck i feel damn old now. but i know i’m being ungrateful about the things that i have (youth, good health, family and friends etc.) but i can’t help it. i just don’t know why. i am unable to feel happy in a celebration that honours being a closer step to death. it’s strange because, on one hand, i’m glad that people remembered this day, but on the other, i feel down being constantly reminded about growing another year older between periods that i totally forget it’s my birthday and actually re-remembering, each time getting hit with the same revelation, that i’m supposed to be responsible for myself now.
anyway spent today mucking around, as per usual. popseoul.com, style.com and gofugyourself.celebuzz.com are probably the biggest time wasters of my life, srsly, but i am addicted and i need help to break free, sighh. and you guys probably find this really boring right, as in, i don’t like to read (semi-)verbose posts about personal opinion either (yes, cos i’m that shallow and i think i’m the center of the world so nobody else’s opinion matters). well i’ll try to return to the bimbotic shit that i usually write in the next post and stop trying to sound smart, probably.
p.s. but i really loved the celebration guys :). even though i kinda guessed (but i really didn’t read the mail though!)
